“Great,” she said, turning around and finding Jane waiting nearby.
“I take it things didn’t go well?”
“I’m screwed. Pardon my French. No one will come get us and my insurance doesn’t cover any of what happened. So we’re stranded out here.”
“Don’t worry child. We’ll work something out. What you need is a warm meal and a good night’s rest. Follow me.”
Heather couldn’t imagine NOT doing what the tall woman asked. She followed her to the dining room where everyone else was already sitting. The food smelled wonderful, and Heather was about ready to dig in when their hostesses bowed their heads and Michelle actually began to say grace. Alice looked incredibly surprised by this turn of events, but slightly pleased. The guests followed suit, but didn’t have to wait long. Even with her thick Texas accent, Michelle said grace very quickly and graciously. But as soon as it was over, the muscular woman was grabbing food with both hands.
The three visitors dived in, and everything tasted wonderful. Even while shoveling food into her mouth Alice seemed to be keeping a close eye on the residents. Jane ate slow, savoring each bite. Freddie seemed to spend as much time playing with her food as she did eating it and Michelle consumed her faire with the ferocity of a shark. For some reason, Alice spent more time watching the latter woman’s behavior than the previous two’s. She convinced herself it was because Michelle was the most threatening.
“So, what are you young ladies going to do for transportation?” asked Jane.
“I’ll call my daddy,” returned Laurie. “He and mom should be back from Paris tonight. That’s in France!” she finished, as if she had just said something brilliant.
“Technically, there is also a Paris here in Texas, but we understand what you meant.”
“Call your dad then, and tell him how you owe me a new friggin’ jeep.” Heather felt the hostility returning after laying dormant for the meal.
“I’m sure he’ll take care of everything,” she said meekly, still afraid for her physical welfare.
“Ladies, I must insist on maintaining a civil demeanor while in our house.”
“Sorry,” said Heather, somewhat insincerely. She then blanched a bit as Jane turned her gaze on the young woman and raised an eyebrow.
“So what happened to your jeep? I don’t mean to brag . . .” started Michelle.
“Though that never stops you,” interrupted Freddie with a smile.
“Hush you. Anyway . . .”
“I shot a rod and then the engine caught fire. I would have to buy a whole new engine at this point.”
“Hmm. I don’t think I’ve got a spare lying around that would fit a four-wheel drive, particularly a jeep. Had you been havin’ any oil leaks?” Michelle asked as Laurie tried sinking into her chair.
“No. One of my PASSENGERS failed to inform me she didn’t know how to put in the oil when I asked her to do so, and she put in with the windshield washing fluid.”
Michelle started to snicker, instinctively realizing who had probably made the mistake. She excused herself from the table and walked outside. The five remaining women heard laughter erupt from out on the front porch. Laurie blushed some more. Michelle walked back in, looked at Laurie and then walked back out again, followed by more laughter.
“Freddie dear, please go make sure Michelle remembers to breathe, and I’ll show these young ladies to their rooms.”
Freddie gave Jane a quick kiss before heading out to try and control Michelle’s fits of laughter. As soon as Jane headed towards the staircase, the three visitors heard Freddie laughing as well. Jane smiled. “Those are my girls.” She led the trio of young women upstairs. They had several guestrooms apparently, letting each girl have her own. Which was probably for the best, as none of them felt like talking to any of the others.
“Breakfast is at seven. If you would like to join us, you are more than welcome. We all have a number of chores to do tomorrow, but let us know what you plan to do.” With that, she descended the stairs to retrieve her chortling housemates.
“This is insane,” Alice said while the girls were still in the hallway. “We have no idea who these people are. Anyone who lives like this . . .”
“Like what? In a nice house with good food? What a bunch of savages!” Heather walked into her room and slammed the door shut.
“How was I supposed to know there was a Paris in Texas,” Laurie grumbled. “Do they have their own Eiffel Tower too?” She closed her door.
Alice went into her room. She had to admit it didn’t look like a serial killer’s room, though she wasn’t sure what one WOULD look like. She locked the door and put a chair under the knob. She went to make sure the window was locked, but found herself staring at the magnificent view. Far away from the lights of the city, she saw a night sky that was filled to the brim with stars. She hadn’t seen that many stars since she was a child visiting her grandmother’s farm. She reluctantly tore her gaze away from the window and curled up, fully dressed except for her shoes, into the warm comfortable bed. Despite her fear and anxiety, she was asleep almost instantly.
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A few hours later . . .
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She awoke in the middle of the night, realizing she badly needed to go to the bathroom but not knowing where it was. She removed the chair and unlocked the door before moving out into the hallway. She knew the two doors next to her led to her companions’ rooms, so she headed in the opposite direction. The first door she tried was a closet and the second held a furnace. Then she saw light from underneath a door at the end of the hallway. She crept up to it, but as she put her hand on the knob, she heard giggling inside. Not knowing why, she knelt down and peered through the old-fashioned keyhole.
Her view was minimal, but apparently this was the master bedroom, and the bed was directly across from the door. And all three of the women who lived there were in the bed together. Jane was lying on her back and Freddie was lying on her side next to the tall woman. They were caressing each other’s breasts and kissing each other passionately. Michelle was spreading Jane’s legs apart, and the powerful woman seemed to be wearing some kind of device. Alice saw the tip of what appeared to be a large, plastic phallus protruding from some kind of special underwear or harness.
‘Good grief,’ thought Alice. ‘She’s not going to . . .’
But it turned out that Michelle was going to do just that. She pushed the head in between Jane’s vaginal lips and into the cavern below. Jane gasped as she was penetrated, but had a look of joy on her face. Michelle began to pump gently, eliciting more pleasurable expressions from the recipient of the device. Alice was aghast that this was occurring under the same roof she was staying. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She was looking straight at Michelle’s taut, muscular buttocks as they thrust forward and then back. She marveled at the strength they must possess.
Suddenly Alice stood up and backed away from the door. ‘No,’ she thought. ‘I can’t be having those feelings. Not again.’ She checked the doors to either side of her and found one of them to be a bathroom. She utilized the facilities and then hurried back to her own room with her heart pounding in her chest. This time, sleep did not come easily as thoughts of Michelle’s muscular ass filled her thoughts. At one point, she got on her knees to pray, but realized she had no idea what she was praying for.
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The next morning . . .
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The three visitors were gently woken the next morning by tapping on their doors and Freddie’s voice informing them that breakfast was ready. The three girls made their way groggily downstairs. None of them were used to getting up that early. Their hostesses had apparently already showered and gotten dressed. Alice noticed that Michelle wasn’t wearing her smock, and that her artificially inflated breasts were partially visible through the front of her plaid shirt.
Breakfast consisted of bacon, eggs and sausage as well as pancakes. The three girls were all quite delighted with it all, and even Heather seemed less inclined to scream at someone that she normally would be. A call from Laurie revealed that her father was still out of contact, as his plane had been delayed. So the girls were still stuck.
“Well,” said Jane, “we do have satellite television. Feel free to view it as you like. We will be in and out all day.”
The three girls, even Laurie, felt a little sheepish about sitting around the house while the three women who had been so nice to them went out to work.
“Listen,” Heather asked, “is there anything we could do to help?”
“What a sweet offer. But you are our guests. We couldn’t possibly . . .”
“Want to help me tow your jeep out of our driveway?” interrupted Freddie. “And then I could use a hand in the saloon.”
“Freddie, that really isn’t necessary.”
“No,” said Heather. “I’ll do it. I didn’t really want to sit around here anyway,” she added, glaring at her two traveling companions.
“Maybe it is a good idea then,” said Jane, realizing that leaving the three young women alone together might leave Jane and her companions with some bodies to bury. She glanced at Laurie.
“I’m . . . I’m not that good at physical labor . . . or anything.”
“Nonsense child. I was going to work on redecorating the old general store this morning, and I think you would be a perfect assistant.”
“Redecorating?” the girl asked as her eyes lit up. “I can do that!”